you’re not immune

i’ve slept at brad’s house two nights out of the three i’ve had off.  umm, yeah. 

he just just texted me as i wrote that.  freaky. 

and when i say slept, i mean slept.  he’s the kind of boy you have to make sure is hanging around you not just to get laid, make it clear that .. well make yourself clear in general i guess.  is that a bad thing to have realized about him already?  some sort of warning sign i’ve realized but am ignoring?  i dunno.  i’m trying not to think too much this time around.  the last time we started to get involved, he had just broken up with his girlfriend of four years, and it was too soon, and he was messed up, and i got hurt.  apparently, we both got hurt.  but i didn’t know that for sure because i stopped speaking to him for a month.  while working twelve hour shifts side by side.  yeah, that was fun.

i know he’s a bit troublesome is my point.  infact i’m not sure, but i think he’s seeing someone downtown.  or was seeing.  or .. what?  i don’t know.  we’re not technically involved, although this weekend may have changed that.

i bet i’ll want to delete this.  i just wanted to explain brad, because i’m sure i’ll write about him again.

the only other boy i know as intelligent and creative as brad, is ant.  kudos, ant.

i’m going to the damn gym.